Saturday, August 6, 2011

Old Shoe

I went to synagogue last night and felt so comfortable, as if I were wearing the proverbial old shoe. I could have stayed up all last night talking. I saw choirmate Harriet, who looked so thin, it was alarming. She had had some ups and down after losing her leg some months back. While I was going through my own difficulties, she was suffering. But she was there, in her wheelchair, with her son. I plan to keep closer tabs now that I will be out of work as of Tuesday.Soon the Jewish year will start again, in late Sept. Things go on.

About Me

It feels odd to tell people, when they ask you what you do, that you are a poet. It is of course not a proper profession, if by "proper" one means a job that brings in money.
It is most certainly an occupation though. Reading, writing, going to poetry events make up a sizable percentage of my life.